He was feeling that now. Something was out there, and it was hiding from him.
No, it was letting him see just enough. But not all of itself.
David stepped outside and immediately added his magic to Mama D’s wards on the house. That added strength might wake the old witch, but he was worried now. Lightning illuminated the street, and there, at the end of it, standing on the hill where two roads crossed, was a man.
But it wasn’t just any man. It was someone David recognized.
Whatever had kept him from seeing this intruder vanished, and David nearly fell over from the flood of emotion that came from him. His hands balled into fists, David walked toward the man in the gathering storm, not because he wanted to, but because he had no other choice.
He stopped several feet from the man and staggered a bit as he regained control of his movements. “I never wanted to see you again.”
“I know. And you hid yourself well. Until now.”
“I won’t go back.”
“Dear boy,” the man said, and his British mannerisms came through despite the thunder and lightning. “I don’t want you to come home. You’ve been gone too long. That place no longer exists.”
David swallowed. “Then what is it you want?”
“You changed.”
“I don’t know the secret. I don’t know why this happened to me.”
“Oh, David, I’m sure you do. You just don’t remember it. But don’t worry; I’ll be here when you do. And until you remember, I plan on taking everything you love away from you. Piece by piece. Starting with your little witch.”
David stepped forward and opened his mouth to speak, but the man was gone, vanished in a gust of wind and black dust. He left David in that crossroad with his head down.
Eighty years had passed since he’d escaped to live on his own. Eighty years to hone his shifting ability and find others of his kind, to find his closest friend Jason, and join a very small but powerful group of vampire shifters. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and made a call.
“Jason, it’s me.” It started to rain. “He’s here. Ezra, my sire, has found me.”
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Phaedra Weldon is a writer and mother of one. Born in the south, Phaedra was raised in the lush, green southern tropic of Georgia. She grew up on southern ghost stories told while eating marshmallows around campfires, or on the back of pick-up trucks in the middle of cornfields on chilly October nights.
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